On Friday we took ownership of our new house. Settlement occured the afternoon before, but I guess you could say that the eighth of the eighth o'eight was the first full day we owned it. Along with the bank, of course. Setting off in the morning was very exciting, so exciting we forgot to play music in the car (that's quite big for G, he plays music everywhere). Eventhough it was childcare day, we took Grace for a look first. The house was dirty. And full of detrius: safety pins, lolly wrappers, pills, tampon wrappers, coins, coathangers, dog hair. Lots of dog hair. And yet once we opened the curtains and the windows, it was immediately better. After walking Grace to childcare, via the park, I started with the garbage bags. Then mum, Lance and Ruby came to visit. There was a lot of standing around and looking. And it was a glorious day, with little white puffy clouds in a blue sunshiney sky. And as the house is near the top of a hill, there are some big sky views. I like that.
Gerard did a magificent job mowing grass that was so high, the children were frightened. I swept and knocked away dirt inside. It wasn't that hard. It's still pretty dirty but it's getting that empty look. So full of promise. I tell you, it was a very happy day. This house feels very right for us. After lunch, I had a twighlight zone moment with the eights in the date and realised that the street number is also an eight. I had planned to write something here about those moments of joy, but by the time we got home and through bath, dinner and Grace's bed, I was nearly falling out of my chair with exhaustion. Happy, but dogtired. All I could do was google eight, and think, phew it is lucky.... Not that I really believe in such things, but you can't have too much luck and it's nice to re-inforce all that feelgood stuff.
On Saturday, the rest of the family came for a squiz and there was lots of standing around and looking at rooflines and pondering the future extension (stca), the dirt and the bathroom. Grace cracked the shits and stated that the house was smelly and 'scusting. It was all a bit much for her. Suddenly her parents are talking brickwork and floorboards, paint finishes and schedules. The ideas and information are being thrown around hurly burly as we ready ourselves for making the big list and schedule that is this weeks goal. And all she sees is a house that isn't her home yet and doesn't really accomodate her in any way. Yet. I think we might paint her room first up. It'll be interesting to see how she views the transformation. Over the weekend, we've met a few of the neighbours and pretty much figured out what we want to do in the next few weeks. Last night I fell asleep dreaming about the bathroom refit, ooh gosh it's exciting.
ps. I'm posting over at Mrs Washalot again. Suits my frame of mind at the moment.